Monthly Archives: May 2011

The Touch, poem excerpt

by Roberto Juarez Hair is matted and dirty, his clothes are old and soiled, he smells of the street. His face mirrors a life on the street, old before his time, despair is now his life. Pride less, he begged … Continue reading

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Decades of Life, the Fifties, excerpt

by roberto juarez: Promise me this and only this serve my last mass,this is my wish dressed in my vestments, crucifix in hand I met my Abuelita at the door of the church her coffin behind me, I guided her … Continue reading

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